you dont need me

Ticking off, my brain getting ripped apart
Bitch you know I got the sauce
I just crashed into a wall

I might turn into a moth
I said fuck my life from working nine to five
Cause it's been hard
Kill the king and beat the boss

Don't get lost, you so soft
Put your body on the cross
I might lock up both your jaws
And put some ants up in your drawers

Taking calls at the mall
See my bitches wrists is glossed
On my neck it's fully frost
Dealer pull up what I want

Ounce of weed I'm good to go
And I'm never on my phone
I just sat down on my throne
And smoked a blunt and now I'm gone

Bitch I pull up oozy in a two seat
Bleeding out my dome
My bitch wetter than the pool be
Dripping like a honeycomb

Feeling like a gnome
Made of stone, so unknown
I just roam
You don't give a dog a bone

If you leave me alone then I'll go home
To the place where I belong
Hit the bong
If you need picked up

I'ma use some fucking tongs
Can't we all just get along



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Writer(s): Jj Cole
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